“Wow, Mommy! You look just like a queen in that apron!” Most queens, I bet, spend their afternoons makeupless and covered in splatters of a volcano experiment gone awry while scrubbing a sink full of dishes in an apron. And this, of course, was just a couple of hours after...
3:45 a.m. I had been awake for hours, too uncomfortable to sleep, the babe in my womb kicking and the thoughts in my head swirling. I came downstairs and switched on my computer, hoping to get some of my thoughts out on paper—something about how important it is to treasure every moment spent with your young children, … Continue reading The Other End of the Candle
This morning, as my toddler followed me around the house for what felt like hours asking for Cheerios, I came up with a little "psalm". I'm pretty sure that every parent can relate... You search for me, And you always find me. You know when I sit to drink my coffee, And when I rise … Continue reading A Poem for My Toddler
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart. (William Shakespeare) On Thursday, I read a Bible passage that filled me with the faith to believe that a frustrating season of life was almost over. Two days later, when my circumstances hadn't changed, I got discouraged. "God, it's been TWO … Continue reading Are we there yet?
It's not always the red-flag crisis days that are hardest to take. It's the "oatmeal days". The ordinary, "zero" days of little or no consequence. [...] The days that everyone deals with. We cope. We wend our way the tangle of tedious activity and sandpaper people scattered through our day and get no applause, because … Continue reading The Oatmeal Days